The source of disaster in the Marvel world

With a huge explosion, the entire ground collapsed, and Betsy, who was caught off guard, also fell down.

"Damn! He even has self-destruction skills!"

Betsy fell into a dark corridor with the dying flaming skeleton,

At this moment, the bone armor all over her body had been blown to pieces, and one arm had been destroyed in the explosion. The broken bone armor on her body slowly fell off, revealing a large area of ​​burned body. The pain in her body and soul caused her to suffer. Betsy was in agony.

"Damn it! I'm careless!"

Betsy complained speechlessly!She really didn't know much about magic, which made her suffer a big loss just now. Fortunately, her genes and transformation intensity were much higher than before.

The strength of the bone armor is also far greater than the previous defense of the bone armor, and it will not be blown to pieces by casual grenades. This is how Betsy's life was saved in this explosion. You know, if there is no bone armor, Defense, such damage can completely obliterate Betsy's soul.

Even though most of the explosion damage has been defended, Betsy's condition is not very good now. Although the wound is recovering, the recovery is very slow compared with the previous injury. There are also injuries to Betsy's soul. It is even more difficult to recover.

Relying on the faint light of the flaming skull, Betsy found herself falling into a dark corridor. This corridor was very familiar.

"Holy crap! Isn't this the underground base I've been looking for! Why is it abandoned! Doesn't the data show that it is still operating normally?"

She stood up with difficulty holding on to the wall, but suddenly a heartbreaking headache swept through her body, and the fishy sweetness suddenly rushed up from her chest, causing Betsy to cough violently, causing her body to shake as she was about to stand up. , covered his mouth with his remaining hand. When he took it away, a large amount of black and red blood appeared in the palm of his hand, with a faint smell of sex on it.

"Damn! Looks like the damage was more than superficial."

Betsy glanced at the flaming skull that was slowly extinguishing the flames on the ground. Only the skull still retained a trace of flame. She bent down and stretched out her hand to break the shattered head of the flaming skull under her body.

She just lifted it up, picked up the chain on the ground and tied it around her waist. Anyway, this was her current trophy after all.

Holding on to the wall slowly and with difficulty, Betsy began to look around. The surroundings were pitch black, except for the hole above her head that collapsed due to the explosion. However, this was not a problem for Betsy. The equipment around her was still very new. After giving up for many years, all the equipment has not been activated. This is also the reason why Betsy cannot find the location of the base even with her thermal sense.

"It's so weird here! The amount of dust around it is obviously only a few days old, but there are no traces of biological activity nearby. There is no normal emergency response from the base for such a big explosion."

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Betsy was walking in this empty underground base. She finally encountered some corpses on the way, but it was obvious that those corpses were also strange. Their whole bodies were shriveled and aged, and they felt a bit like mummies, but their bodies were wearing the white research clothes that Betsy was very familiar with.

Going deeper, there are a large number of iron prisons in a warehouse. All the people inside have turned into mummies like us. This is the mutant that Betsy is looking for and rescues.

"..."

Betsy was silent. Things were uncertain. It seemed that Betsy had arrived too late. Looking at the mummies in various painful postures in the prison, Betsy felt as if she was walking in hell. At this time, her mind Suddenly there were bursts of messy whispers, like the whispers of a lover or the gentle whispers of elders, although Betsy couldn't hear what those messy voices were saying.

But she could understand that it seemed to be guiding her somewhere, and her body more instinctively led Betsy to a certain corner of the warehouse,

In that corner, there is a mummy that is the same as outside. The only difference is that the mummy is holding a black and simple book in its hand.

With a confused expression, Betsy knelt in front of the dried corpse, or to be precise, in front of the book. She held the book religiously, not paying attention to the strange way that the dried corpse next to her had weathered into dust.

At this moment, Betsy's eyes were radiating